When he wasnt promoting all things oats,
he was secretly the best vampire slayer
Wilford who killed Dracula, Strahd, Lestat and
all manner of sparkly vampires, thank goodness.
He then dug a silver mine in
. Nobody knew the truth behind the conspiracy
she said, "Carol Anne, go into the
kitchen and bake me some pie!" She
refused to eat meat there. She'd seen
caused a condition characterized by its uncontrollable
none of that. She drank carrot juice
directly from a carrot as the others
she farted like a buffalo on a
that it tainted every morsel of food
at the Yule Feast, upsetting Odin and
a heart-to-heart discussion about Thor's future. Thor
scratched his nutsack with Mjolinor releasing a
few sparks and a bit of smoke.
to interest Thor. Add the old lady
Odin also started getting interested. "Thor," he
said, "Have her knit me some wool
for speed and my skateboard is not
eight-legged son Sleipnir. That damn horse
in my business and I hate it!"
Some kind of knitter's agent? I'm THOR!"
clouds began to grow. "Not again," groaned
one of my giant relatives gets his
undergarments into a bunch and comes looking
for trouble while riding on an ugly